2:53pm
I've ate a bowl of pasta and now have the want to throw up.
3:27pm
I did it again. Last night. Stomach. Just thought you should know.
3:39pm
I'm obsessed with the idea of cough syrup and what it would make me feel like; maybe I'd feel alive.
4:13pm
School starts tomorrow. I want to scream, cry or run away.
4:16pm
This old feeling is what I remember from last winter. This is what true sadness feels like. Deep, dark depression.
6:15pm
In the end you don't care what people think of you because you already have the lowest view of yourself.
7:02pm
The loneliness never leaves my mind.
8:01pm
People think I'm a good person, but I'm not, I'm a really crappy person.
8:18pm
"How are you?" - The million dollar question.
8:52pm
We're always running away and we don't even stop to think about it.
-Andy Black
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Dear Diary... *January 2015*
NonfiksiThat's the difference between you and me, you defended yourself from the depression like it was a new enemy, where I welcomed it like a new friend. Just the thoughts of a English teenager.
